NaPoWriMo 2014: 18. Panorama

Today’s prompt was to write a poem in the Persian form of a ruba’i (don’t ask me to pronounce it).

Panorama

The sky was pink, the air was not
the sun settled into her cot
moon’s crater eye popped in a lens
and darkness came, blot by blot.

The two had never made amends
and all on passing clouds depends
dice roll, double five;
I saw you before you saw your friends.

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